I decided to buy a ring to my wife, but so that without a fireplace, I just don't know the size. Waited until she fell asleep stronger, got her magical box with screws and began to measure her thumbs on the finger, no other way invented. I picked up the right size, and the next day I went to buy a ring. I went to the jewelry store, and there the hall was divided into two sections. To me immediately runs the girl: “What do you want...”, herself barely restrains laughter. I said, “I want to buy a ring.” The question is, “What size do I need?” Here I proudly get the hood and say, “This is the size.” The girl laughed hysterically, bending and crying from laughter, she said, “Sorry,” and ran away. I was prepared for that reaction. I went looking for another girl in the neighboring section. I go there, there a man with a girl talking, standing on my back. I say to the girl, say, I need a ring of this size, and I show her a gauge. The man turns around, and in his hands... Bolt is!! to
So, with tears in the eyes of laughter (weeping all three) picked up the ring they wanted.